Mommy Lauren
My Tweets
My Bio:
Hello darlings, I am Mommy Lauren. I love to pamper and nurture the ab/dl's in my care and make sure that they feel as special as they truly are.
I have been caring for ab/dl's for some time now and pride myself in attending to each of their unique and individual needs.
I also have taken great care to provide everything that an ab/dl could need to feel nurtured and loved from a collection of special embroidered clothe diapers for each of them to continuing to pump my breasts daily since having my own baby a year ago, so as to provide them with fresh, warm Mommy's milk. I just love to have my special ab/dl's suckling at Mommy's breast! And Mommy's lap is always a wonderful spot for you to crawl into and cuddle up.
[fts_twitter twitter_name=@abdlmommylauren tweets_count=2 cover_photo=yes stats_bar=yes show_retweets=yes show_replies=no]
This is the 1st item
This is the 2nd item
Pampering
Loving Mommy
Cloth Diapers
Coddling
[contact-form-7 id="13877" title="Contact page"]
Diaper Emergency call 
1 (888) 430-2010
October 30, 2009
Its the night before candy day when all the diapered little ones can’t sleep because they know its so close to Halloween when they can be someone they usually can’t be in the usual day to day life but your all excited because you get to dress up and have fun in those cute costumes and go door to door for that candy everyone enjoys giving out to you but you like saying treat or trick i can just hear you in that sweet voice of yours say please and thank you so have a […]
October 26, 2009
A be”witch”ing poem for the sake of the Halloween spirit. In a city, on the border Of Greenwich Harbor and Bly, Maine Lies a scene, dubbed out of order The people don’t like to explain For when nightfall finds its calling And the ground is damp with dew A strange, mist-like fog starts falling Believed from the witches brew. When the haze drifts on the hillside The scent of sulfur fills the air Streaking ‘cross the ebbing high tide Till the fog is everywhere Then the night becomes quite stoic ‘Neath the bright yellow facade […]